प्रलयाग्नीको संघारबाट

When the water flowing pushed it to the side of the road it attempted to flap the other wing longing to retrieve the life it had in the past. I don’t know how long it has been attempting this examination. When I saw it, I got attracted like the red car attracts the traffic police or the red dressed maid attracts the street itinerant boys. I went close to examine what it really was? In my first attempt, I went in vain to identify it. All wet, half muddy and flapping just one of its lovely wings, what is it?

I thought it was an insect which I used to see inconsiderately in my yard in Bhutan. But its pair of tentacles projected from the head like the horn of an ox, were enough to draw my attention. I wished to touch it with care and rescue from the risk but impossible coz I really didn’t know what to do? It crept with its legs all scratched and bend and once more attempted to fly. Now, it was out of the water and perfectly visible to me. I saw it but fail to identify it. It is an insect, quite a different then the same type in my country. It is quite big and longer in size colored differently.

It has an oval head with a pair of beautiful eyes with elongated mouth in addition to a pair of antennas. It has a log shaped body gradually smaller towards the back. One of the two wings is emaciated out and I know it can never flight again. What a pathetic condition! If this could be the fate of the human individual or even a dog, the cashier in the accountant department of the sophisticated American hospital would get the chance to issue some thousand dollars bill. I thought to take it to home and went to a hand distance from it. I looked to the surrounding; the traffic of vehicle VS peddlers was on its full motion. A bird was singing in the tree nearby. Some squirrels were busy snow bathing on the ground besides the road. A man came enchanting ‘ Life if full of joys ….’ a song by Michael Jackson and went off. Oh! God!! He nearly stepped on it. If his flat shoe would have stepped over the fragile insect, it would turn in to small bread. The police van ran past peeping at me.

I was fully prepared to take the insect home. I know my mom would tell me a lunatic boy. ‘No matter what one says, I will take it home and care as much as I can’ – I whispered myself. I thought to capture a picture before taking it. I took a picture forming the centre focus at its head, took another focusing its shaking wing and another from other side but there was no wing in the photograph. I wished to take the picture with some object from the surrounding in the background so that I can use it as the display screen of my laptop. I was too close to take the picture as I wanted. So, I went at least forty feet to take the desired picture. I was sectioning the best composition in the photograph; meanwhile a black crow dived over the insect and flew away. Alas! The naughty crow fooled me and ate it away. The scene of the survival of the fittest finally dragged my conscience back to the road of life. I wish I could catch the crow and take the insect out warning him not to repeat again.